Be(side) myself, with rage

3am

I stumble through the (door)(gloom)
drawn to the kitchen light

(a moth)(an insect)
Where have you been?!
Not sure

getting back home is tricky
when you've never put much trust in geographical locations

It's the middle of the fucking night!
and it shows
note the extensive internal (dialogue)(injuries)

I couldn't sleep
I was worried sick!
still am
displaced to be(side) myself, with rage

a stage of grieving perhaps
for my broken pride
or the lack of instant adhesive

by a wild creature
picture by zoeelena